Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.
Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.
I'm a private person. I'm shy about people knowing things.
I feel like a blonde nothingness, alone in my own body ...... Today it's not drugs that fill my body, its despair.
I became famous almost before I had a craft.
Marriages that last are with people who do not live in Los Angeles.
I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: "It is seriously time for a miracle."
As I've gotten older, I've found that I can have men as friends. I used to not be able to.
Have I been wiretapped? Yes. But who they said wiretapped me was incorrect.
There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.
Ryan took him out of Betty Ford after Redmond wanted to leave because he met a girl there. The girl was a heroin addict. She was the one who introduced him to the stuff.
It's much easier to go through something and deal with it without being under a microscope... It was stressful. I was terrified getting the chemo. It's not pleasant. And the radiation is not pleasant.
I'm a private person, I'm shy about people knowing things. And I'm really shy about my medical (care). It would be good if I could just go and heal and then when I decided to go out, it would be okay. It seems that there are areas that should be off-limits.
I'll do anything to stop my son running out into the street. I'll take a bullet for him. He's hit me a few times. He shows no remorse afterward.
As much as I would have liked to have kept my cancer private, I now realize that I have a certain responsibility to those who are fighting their own fights and may be able to benefit from learning about mine.
